It's been almost a week since I left Stormy, and there's been no sign of Disto. Each day I'm getting faster, stronger, and more accurate with my sword. I'm starting to see what that bastard Ursas enjoyed about fighting like this... although, that doesn't lessen the fact that he's a bastard.

I've spent the past three days in Lakeshire, lodging at the inn. Before that, though, I had to make do with camping in Elwynn - I didn't want to be found so quickly. The sword they made in Goldshire... it turned out to be useless. Less than useless, actually. The blade actually -fell- out of the hilt, in my hand.

Because of this, I'm going to journey to Shattrath. I've passed through, once, to find Miss Cerelia, when she was exiled. Nice enough place, although they aren't too fond of rooves.

Someone there will know how to make a -real- weapon. Then I can get back to hunting.